Damien smiled nostalgically, but then his voice faltered, as if he’d just remembered something. "And the fountain ... When Victoria came for the first time, she insisted on eating skewers, despite the unhealthy food. She wore a white dress, a bow tie and ... acted like a spoiled child."
Amelia’s heart clenched at the mention of Victoria.
Damien had effortlessly tied every memory to her, while the same moments, once shared between him and Amelia, were now forgotten or overshadowed by Victoria’s presence. It felt like every corner of their history had been claimed by her. Amelia felt like a joke.
It was said that a man who had a childhood sweetheart could never forget her, but here she was, Amelia, the childhood companion, cast aside.
As soon as the car stopped, the sharp ringtone of Damien’s phone shattered the quiet.
"What? Victoria had a car accident?" Damien’s face turned pale.
"I’ll be there soon!"
He didn’t even bother entering the Heartford Family’s gate. He was already in motion.
"Baby, I’ll make it up to you next time," he called over his shoulder, rushing off.
Amelia glanced at the calendar on her phone. Today was the day Victoria’s divorce was official.